Special Hell

Sunday. Just back from midnight mass. Parishioners have been asking about my silence lately and my answer is that nobody has pissed me off lately. Today’s sermon is not about a recent happening but it has just been brought to my attention once more by a sickening e mail I got.
To survive, our ancestors were hunters and gatherers. They, and we, are by nature omnivores. Today, most of us get our food already processed and packaged at shops. Very few of us hunt and gather for sustenance anymore. Some hunt to augment their food supply. And then there are the bloodthirsty bastards who are the target of this sermon – hunters for sport.
The worst I have heard of were some ranches where rare animals were raised so that “hunters” could pay a fee and track down the innocent beast and murder it.
The offending e mail was of a group of “hunters” who had found the object of their blood lust, a beautiful male lion. Shots were fired and he was wounded. Sensing who was causing his pain, he charged the group of six or so as they fired as many bullets into his innocent body as they could. He came close to knocking one down but then he was done. Then came the cheering and hugging as the brave “hunter” who was scratched showed off his wound. I wanted to puke. Every man jack of them should be strung up by his balls.
God (actually Satan) and I are working on a special hell for those “hunt for sportsters.”
Have you seen the movie “groundhog day” where every time you wake up it’s the same day over and over again? In sportster hell, the day is spent by every living thing he has killed for fun attacks and nibbles away at him until his body is no more. Next day… you get the idea.

Pax Vobiscum